I won't let fate control my destiny anymore
I will not allow it to drag me along like a dead fish in a stream
I will draw my own route
I will get off of this train even if there was no plane ticket waiting for me
And then I will draw myself a stairwell all the way up to the sky
And I'll take my time climbing it one step at a time
It might not be fast but at least I'll no longer be underground
I will stop burning my art after I blow the last bits of ashes into the sea
And even if no museum would want them
I'd hang them on laundry ropes as I climb my stairwell to freedom
I refuse to be a victim of unfortunate events
I will be my own fate.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
